Coop quickly walked to Castagnacci with intent purpose. He pulled the man up by the collar, forcing him against the wall. He threw a left-right-left combo into Castagnacci’s jaw.

“The terrorism charges stick, Milo!” Jackson explained. “No one will believe it was a simple business venture. Thanks for the drugs and human trafficking confession. We’ll add that to the charges. I’m sure if we look hard enough, we’ll trace your supply line all the way to El Chapo’s cronies. Even if they’re not there, we can make the case.”

The whole time Jackson was speaking, Coop was inches from Castagnacci’s face staring him down. If Jackson give him the okay, Castagnacci wouldn’t live through the interview.

“I wouldn’t think about trying an escape, Milo. Or a release. That’s what Coop there wants. To see you on the outside. Your best chance of life is in the Federal Justice System.”
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Hunter looked at Freddy’s concerned look. When Falcone explained what Gus told him, Hunter turned back toward town. Between them and the town was a dense fog. So much so, unless Hunter knew the town was there, he’d never know it was there.

He raised a brow. “We better get back there. We may have to go around that.”

As long as Hunter lives in Jackalope Crossing, he’d never seen that much fog. It was truly an eerie sight.
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At the Prickly Cactus, Dirty Dan came running inside. “The end is a comin’!” he shouted.

Jen Hitchcock was peeved with this. “Get out of here, you old coot!”

“Take a look see,” Dan encouraged her.

She looked out the front window of the bar. The scene caused her to drop the bottle she had in her hand, shattering it on the floor.

“What the hell is it?” she asked. “The weather is saying all is clear.”